"Sean, Grandma's here."

Willow shouted to Sean.

"Have a seat."

Sean nodded gently, his tone calm.

As a soldier, Sean would never put on airs.

He would like what he liked.

He would also hate what he hated.

He would not fake a smile at the people he hated.

Everyone felt awkward, but they still sat on the couch.

"Old Madam, what are you doing here at this hour?"

Kent poured Old Madam Quinn a cup of coffee and sat down slowly.

He did not even look at the others.

Kent was honest but not without a temper.

How could Kent not be angry when Samuel and the rest conspired to frame Willow?

He could forgive Old Madam Quinn but not Samuel and the rest.

Samuel and the rest were even more displeased at this.

After all, Kent used to tiptoe around him.

However, he subtly snubbed them and did not even offer them a glass of water.

Samuel got angrier as he thought about it. He could not help but snort.

"Well, we're here for Sean.

"Sean, how much do you know about it?"

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